tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174269358975756924.post7499875178799812871..comments2023-10-28T03:06:44.705-07:00Comments on Parker Publishing...books that Entice, Entertain, and Educate: YOU'RE A WRITER? YOU NEED A JOB!!!Parker Publishinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17622509906252276539noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174269358975756924.post-46727040743594949192009-04-26T14:04:00.000-07:002009-04-26T14:04:00.000-07:00Dyanne, he wasn't a little old man, but my age. I...Dyanne, he wasn't a little old man, but my age. It took me a while to figure out what he wanted. Finally I asked my husband and Parker laughed about it for years. How could I be so dense?Miriam Pacehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11160717977179213010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174269358975756924.post-19251389078386114642009-04-15T16:30:00.000-07:002009-04-15T16:30:00.000-07:00Either I'm lucky that non-writers consider my writ...Either I'm lucky that non-writers consider my writing as work, or perhaps I did a damn good job at laying down the law with them regarding my time and where they fit into it. Either they will or they won't, depending upon how they test my patience. *g* <br /><br />My friends and family know I screen phone calls whenever I'm writing. Heck, they pretty much know my writing schedule. They'll leave a message on my phone that goes something like, "I know you're writing, but I just wanted to let you know..." They know I'll eventually call them back. <br /><br />Sometimes I wonder if my having a day job is why I don't get the "You need to get a job." As far as I'm concerned, I have two, even if they only see one. I rarely have to lose my temper with anyone, which is fine because bad vibes like that make me uncomfortable. So far, whatever technique I'm using has worked. And...I haven't lost any friends because of it. *g*Marcia Colettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12551159547626173738noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174269358975756924.post-58971566269179115762009-04-15T04:58:00.000-07:002009-04-15T04:58:00.000-07:00Miriam,
It took me a few minutes to figure out w...Miriam,<br /><br /><br />It took me a few minutes to figure out what your neighbor wanted. I was thinking, little old man wanting company. LOLF. D. Davishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14981852223966340319noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174269358975756924.post-88540872376608232062009-04-15T04:57:00.000-07:002009-04-15T04:57:00.000-07:00JC and Tivi,
ROFL. You know I forgot to add kid...JC and Tivi,<br /><br /><br />ROFL. You know I forgot to add kids, husbands, school and cleaning. When you think of all the WORK women do it's enough to pass out. <br /><br />DyanneF. D. Davishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14981852223966340319noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174269358975756924.post-64050232665044204252009-04-15T04:37:00.000-07:002009-04-15T04:37:00.000-07:00Lisa,
LOL. On this you don't think I'm just bein...Lisa,<br /><br /><br />LOL. On this you don't think I'm just being contrary. Thanks<br /><br /><br />DyanneF. D. Davishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14981852223966340319noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174269358975756924.post-53992387669394172372009-04-15T04:34:00.000-07:002009-04-15T04:34:00.000-07:00Miriam,
Oooh, I wish I had thought of that. The ...Miriam,<br /><br /><br />Oooh, I wish I had thought of that. The very next time someone says that to me I'm going to tell them to do just that. Since they don't think writing is a job, try it. Thanks.<br /><br /><br />DyanneF. D. Davishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14981852223966340319noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174269358975756924.post-61119032053781736662009-04-14T21:10:00.000-07:002009-04-14T21:10:00.000-07:00Amen!
As an unpublished author, I love the crazy ...Amen!<br /><br />As an unpublished author, I love the crazy looks I get when I tell people I'm working (aka writing a manuscript, researching the business, etc.). <br /><br />I guess people believe I'm just sitting on my butt surfing the net...chasing some crazy dream to sit on my butt and surf the net for a living. wtf?<br /><br />I love writing. It's what I enjoy, but I'll be damned if it's not work!<br /><br />Great post, Dyanne!mehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04148607269166543281noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174269358975756924.post-26604468824423385112009-04-14T12:38:00.000-07:002009-04-14T12:38:00.000-07:00Dyanne, I'm a reader, aspiring author, stay-at-hom...Dyanne, I'm a reader, aspiring author, stay-at-home mom, and full-time student. One of my classmates told me for a good bit of time that I had all the time in the world to complete assignments, because I didn't have a job. I kept trying to be nice until I lost it one day. I understand what you mean. I don't get paid for being a mother of three or wife to my husband. I cook, do laundry, and everything else; sometimes never stepping outside my house but I do work. The nerve of some people.Jennifer C.https://www.blogger.com/profile/12253564132754009574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174269358975756924.post-63443694050284513242009-04-14T05:17:00.000-07:002009-04-14T05:17:00.000-07:00Dyanne:
Let the church say Amen! Thanks for the g...Dyanne:<br /><br />Let the church say Amen! Thanks for the great post.<br /><br />LisaLisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08616533556669477709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174269358975756924.post-37053499199837635472009-04-13T15:47:00.000-07:002009-04-13T15:47:00.000-07:00p.s. I also challenged people (siblings included) ...p.s. I also challenged people (siblings included) to write their own book. When they tried and realized how much work went into it, I found myself having even more peace during the day.Miriam Pacehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11160717977179213010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174269358975756924.post-52263134216525432152009-04-13T15:44:00.000-07:002009-04-13T15:44:00.000-07:00Dyanne, boy do I know what you mean. Years ago wh...Dyanne, boy do I know what you mean. Years ago when my son had just started school, my neighbor drifted by to see if we could do coffee. I don't drink coffee. Because he was a stay at home husband, he assumed I had as much time on my hands as he did on his. I told him I didn't have time because I was working. I was on deadline with my second book, or maybe my third. This man appeared at my door every day for a week. He couldn't believe I was working every one of those days. Finally I told him I was a writer and he looked at me like I was an alien from Mars. He didn't show up for a couple days, and then he returned telling me since I was home I could do coffee with him. After all, it was wasn't like I was really working. I told him no and define working. It occurred to me after we moved, I can be really dense at times, that what my neighbor really wanted wasn't coffee. I'm embarrassed to say I didn't pick up on his signals, I was too busy living my story and trying to get the words out.<BR/><BR/>On retrospect, I got a lot of the "Why don't you get a real job?" from my family. Not until my first book was published did they stop harassing me about my work. I had a book in print and another contracted for and I kept regular business hours with the children in school. I had a real job. And once they could see the fruits of my labors, they starting leaving me alone during the day knowing I was working at my real job.<BR/><BR/>By the way I love the word frak, too. Battlestar Gallactica fans unite.Miriam Pacehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11160717977179213010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174269358975756924.post-22935502285214747082009-04-13T13:53:00.000-07:002009-04-13T13:53:00.000-07:00Niambi, High five and amen to that. I think I'm i...Niambi, <BR/><BR/>High five and amen to that. I think I'm in a better mood today since I went and unloaded on my doctor. And she thought I was only coming for a blood pressure check.<BR/><BR/><BR/>DyanneF. D. Davishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14981852223966340319noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174269358975756924.post-50432126947253798702009-04-13T10:27:00.000-07:002009-04-13T10:27:00.000-07:00Let's take that "what are you doing" a step furthe...Let's take that "what are you doing" a step further. When you tell them "working", not only do they want to continue the conversation but when you hang up, they show up on your doorstep. "I knew you were home..." For some people "working" is only defined by the act of leaving your house to boss or be bossed around from 9-5 (lol)Niambi Brown Davishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02313143002605421627noreply@blogger.com